Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Swans,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.